The following account was recorded in the agent's log during your transmission: Uh, a blindingly bright, artificial sun is suspended directly above a small, tranquil Shinto shrine situated at the edge of a vast, shallow lake. Like, iridescent water lilies are growing in synchronized patterns across the lake's surface, their delicate, mechanical petals slowly opening and closing as the shrine's traditional, up-curved roof tiles emit a low, pulsating hum that seems to match the cadence of that same hyperpop song from earlier... it's all so serene, but, goddamn, my vision's starting to blur. The air's heavy with static electricity and the scent of burning incense, making my already strained lungs ache even more.